About the fact that I only have one move to clear the customs

After thinking through this episode, Ning Fan could no longer watch the six big bosses fight peacefully. If his guess was correct, there should be a ghost breaking through on the other side at this time.

"Roar!" A deafening roar came from down the slope, and the group of ghosts who had been preparing for a long time in the jungle charged again!

"Jiang Yueli, the ghost tide is launching an attack, and you are in full control of the scene!" Feng Linwan's voice overwhelmed the roar of the ghost clan and spread throughout the audience.

"Yes!" Jiang Yueli replied loudly, and the water-blue figure jumped to a high place, orderly commanding the battle.

There are no A-level ghosts on the opposite side here, and there are more than ten B-level deacons in the field including the deacons of Feiying Town. Naturally, there is no problem in dealing with such a wave of ghosts.

The two sides fell into a fierce battle, with various skills and ghosts flying around, and screams one after another.

Ning Fan has no intention of fighting, if the Eye of the Wheel is taken by the ghost clan, it will be meaningless to kill the opponent here.

"Oh no!"

Finally, a bloody man rushed over from the other side, out of breath, and said:

"West... there is a large area of ​​ghost tide in the southwest, and the defense line is about to fail!"

The southwest was the direction Xia Qianchen had rushed to support.

"Ning Fan, Wang Chao, go and help your comrades." Jiang Yueli turned to look at Ning Fan and said.

Ning Fan nodded, and without hesitation, he jumped in front of the blood-stained informant, "Let's go."

Wang Chao put away the Wuding Flying Ring flying all over the sky and came behind the two of them.

"Just... the three of us, is that enough?" The man frowned slightly.

"A group of rotten fish and rotten shrimps, grandpa is enough for me! Hurry up and lead the way!" Wang Chao laughed.

"Okay, okay." He was just a D-rank deacon, he didn't know if these two people could do it, and he didn't dare to ask.

The three of them hurried along the mountain path for a while, and the dark ghost tide at the pass of a valley in the distance came into view.

Ning Fan and Wang Chao looked at each other, and the two quickly rushed to the battlefield.

"Brothers, don't be afraid, I'm coming!" Wang Chao yelled, and countless golden flying rings bloomed in the valley. Under the large-scale attack, the c-level and d-level ghosts couldn't resist at all, and large areas fell down.

"Good job, my lord!"

"So strong!"

"This skill is so cool!"

Everyone cheered and turned to look at Ning Fan and the two.

The situation in the arena immediately stabilized, and the d-level deacon who led the way opened his mouth wide. Originally, he felt somewhat disdainful when he saw the fat man talking nonsense, but seeing this guy's methods, he could indeed hold up the situation.

When Ning Fan and the two came to the pass, Wang Chao was manipulating the Wuding Flying Ring with one hand while talking and laughing happily. When such a low-level ghost tide met him, it was no different from giving away honor points.

But Ning Fan looked down at the handsome figure in the open space below who was fighting against three without difficulty.

The man was holding a long sword, and the wind sounded around him, and he was full of aura. He was none other than Xia Qianchen, the disciple of Fengshen.

With one person holding three b-level ghosts, there are indeed two brushes, but just holding back, in Ning Fan's opinion, he is more or less sorry for the audience.

Although with Wang Chao, the number of ghosts rushing to the face has been greatly reduced, but the number is still huge. Everyone sees Ning Fan as a reinforcement force, but they are watching the show with their swords in their hands. They have no intention of making a move, and they are suddenly unhappy.

"This deacon, are you here to supervise the battle?" A b-level deacon in green robe said with a smile.

Ning Fan was watching Xia Qianchen's skill combos in a trance, and nodded subconsciously when he heard this, "Xia Qianchen really has something."

"Wonderful? Awesome?" The C-level deacon next to him sneered.

Ning Fan turned his head to look at him, "Xia Qianchen's moves are still a bit sluggish, I'm afraid I'm not very proficient in this move of Half Moon Slash, I should feed it with a few b-level ghosts."

"Tch!" Someone snorted coldly and muttered:

"The master disciples of Fengshen are all fighting bloody battles, but you stand by and watch the show, and judge others without shame. I don't know where the confidence comes from."

Ning Fan looked at the speaker, smiled and said nothing.

"If you have the ability to kill two b-level ghosts by yourself, who wouldn't brag about it?" Another person couldn't help but say.

"A level-zero B-level deacon, this is the funniest joke I've seen this year."

A female deaconess drew everyone's attention to the top of Ning Fan's head, and a striking zero was marked in the golden colorful frame.

"What does it mean?"

While killing ghosts, everyone discussed in low voices, looking at Ning Fan, full of puzzlement and doubt.

Ning Fan laughed. Apart from the three b-level ghosts fighting against Xia Qianchen, there were no more powerful ghosts. Ning Fan only knew one move, and it was a beheading type skill. It was a waste to deal with low-level ghosts. He wanted to wait for the high-level ghost to appear before he made a move, but he never thought that he would become the object of ridicule by everyone.

Wang Chaoyue killed Yuehe, and at this moment he had rushed into the wave of ghosts. The Wuding flying ring killed all directions, and a large number of ghosts died under his flying ring every moment.

A series of experience points and honor points floated up, and everyone was excited and envious, this guy is so fierce!With him and Lord Xia Qianchen guarding this place, it is simply impenetrable!

On the other hand, the one who came with Brother Feihuan, besides being thick-skinned, didn't seem to find him useful. A big man with such a delicate sword came to pose as a model?

Ning Fan might not have imagined that being disliked by others, even his breathing was wrong. After all, he borrowed the sword from Jiang Yueli, and the scabbard was more or less gaudy.

Seeing that Ning Fan still showed no signs of making a move, a B-level deacon finally couldn't help it, "Brother, everyone is killing ghosts, can you blend into the role a little bit, and don't look too concave?"

Ning Fan frowned slightly, and was about to speak, when a blood-red spear in the jungle came through the air and grabbed Wang Chao's head!

Amid the exclamation of the crowd, Wang Chao laughed lightly, and the imperial envoy Wuding Flying Ring, thousands of flying rings rushed towards the spear!

"Ding ding ding ding..." Fei Huan's clone continued to shatter, and the speed of the spear became slower and slower. Finally, it exhausted its impact and stuck in the open space in front of Wang Chao.

"Fatty!" An angry shout came from the jungle, and two ghosts, a man and a woman, walked out slowly.

The female ghost on the left is petite, with two spears slung across her back, and she holds one in her left hand. She beckons to take back the blood-red spear, and at the same time throws the other spear in her left hand at Wang Chao!

The blood-colored spear pierced the sky, causing the wind to whine, and the blood-red light dragged its long tail, roaring and poking towards Wang Chao's head!

Next to the female ghost was a muscular man with a shirtless body. He was carrying a bronze shield, smiling silly, and stepped forward to block the female ghost.

"It's a B-level ghost combination, 'Spear' and 'Shield' Shuangsha!" The deacons of Feiying Town recognized these two old opponents, and exclaimed their names.

Another sighed:

"This combination is perfect, even Boss Xie Bin has nothing to do with them for a while, this is too bad!"